Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
JFA,
DNA,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.